"I'm so done with you." I say.
"What?" He says, acting like he doesn't know what I'm on about.
"You've got me waiting for you like a desperate little shit and I hate it. I like you okay? I like you. And you're keeping me hanging. I don't know if you like me and it's killing me because I don't know whether to give up with you or just keep waiting."
I take a deep breath and just let it all sink in. I finally did it. I finally told him how I felt. It was now up to him.
"I don't understand..." Is what he replies with.
I groan. I feel like I have had enough.
"You - giving me all these mixed messages and making me feel weird. You make it out as the feeling is mutual but then you turn all bipolar on me."
It dawns on me that he will always be the person I first thought he was. An arrogant bipolar jerk.
I waited for so long for something I now saw as nothing. He wasn't worth all this pain and anger I was feeling. I take a deep breath again and get ready for what I'm about to say.
"We. Are. Done. I'm done with this - whatever 'this' is. I don't want to see you or talk to you anymore and I suggest you respect that. I am done being pathetic over you. Because you are so not worth it."
I turn and walk away from him, leaving him and leaving his bullshit.
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Love and Heartbreak
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